I’ve been reduced to late night
television, cult and b-movie madness
sometimes reruns while I write,
jotting down nonsense on scraps, my sad wrist
sore from writing nothing at all
for hours, the occasional silence creating an ellipses
for the things undone and calls
unmade, the nagging as if from all corners,
a specter which gloomily revolves
around this beat up couch, and I [...]
